As I rode the church bus I contemplated running away to my elementary school which was turned into a shelter. I saw myself being interview as "the brave boy who escaped a fundamentalist home in the nick of time to make it into safety".
I remember clearly how State Road 7 was so "blanche" (vacant) that I wagered that I could have taken a 2 hour nap unmolested. Upon arriving at the church we were swiftly given our share of dried goods and can stuffs. It was in one of these brown bags that I came to know that delicious cereal otherwise known as Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
I was gripped by anxiety so I don't remember much of the afternoon but I'm pretty sure that rounds of prayer and adoration were done after the food was dispensed.
Once back home I did my best to prepare. My mother cooked and my step-father announced that he would be working at the hospital that night and would not spend the storm with us. I spent the afternoon and night transfixed on the television until the power went out.